(AN: I'm not sure if this will make it out June 17th, because this chapter is extremely long. The last two chapters were about six or seven pages handwritten... this one is twenty pages, so I hope you enjoy.)

Chapter 3

The hound jumped on Sam's chest, sending him over backwards onto the asphalt as it sank In't jaws into Sam's right arm.

Before she knew what she was doing, Ali had tackled the hound off of Sam. It was only after she had done so that she realized she had no way to kill the beast.

She was astride the transparent form of the struggling monster.

It clawes her arm, leaving a set of four six inch gashes. She growled at the dog. It whimpered in response and stopped thrashing.

She frowned and stared at it as she pulled her phone from her pocket. She dialed quickly and held the phone to her ear. "Dean, come outside, please- and bring the knife... And a first aid kit might not be a bad idea either..."

He didn't respond, but he came out of his motel room seconds later. He jogged to her and handed her the blade.

"Is it there?"

She nodded. "I don't know how I did it..." She shook her head. "Just go help Sam."

He nodded and walked over to where Sam was laying unconscious as she plunged the blade into the hell hound's heart.

She got up slowly and shakily. She steadied herself and wiped the blade off on her jeans calmly as id in a dream state. The sound of Sam's groans snapped her back to reality.

She had to help him.

She turned, ran to his side, and dropped to her knees.

Sam had two sets of four parallel gouges going down each side of his chest as well as the deep bite into his arm.

Ali cursed under her breath and dug through the kit that Dean had brought out.

"We've got to get these cleaned and sewn up." She muttered to herself as she tried to do everything at once.

Dean put a hand on her shoulder. "We have to get him inside, and then we can get him patched up."

"I have to help him!"

"You will." Dean said calmly. "But first we have to het him inside first."

She clenched her jaw, but nodded and got up.

"Alright... Help me get him up."

Dean lifted Sam up gently and Ali draped Sam's other arm over her shoulder to help Dean get him inside.

They put him down on the bed that Ali had been sleeping on.

"Dean, go get clean bandages... Lots of them... I'll try to stop the bleeding and clean the wounds." She spoke hurriedly as she cut off what was left of Sam's shirt and moved to attend to Sam as best she could. "And, if you could grab my bag for me I can stitch them closed."

Dean nodded, and did as she asked. He grabbed her bag and set it next to her. He also grabbed the keys to the Impala and went outside to get the bandages.

By the time he got back inside the bite on Sam's arm was clean and stitched together.

Ali held out her hand for the bandages, which Dean gave to her without hesitation.

Within minutes she had bound the wound and started on the claw marks. Her hands moved quickly and deftly so that in no time both sets of claw marks were clean and sewn shut. They just needed to be bandaged.

Dean shook his head. "Your little lover boy is going to be just fine."

Ali frowned, "Little lover boy?" She asked as she propped Sam against the wall so that she could wrap the gauze around his ribcage.

"Okay, maybe not so little." He smirked. "But you're definitely holding a torch for my brother."

She rolled her eyes. "What? That makes absolutely no sense, Dean."

"Of course it does. If it was me that had gotten attacked back there I would be puppy chow... and if I wasn't, you wouldn't have patched me up so carefully. You would have had Sam stitch me back together piece by piece."

"That's just because you're an ass who purposely pisses me off and then sends his little brother over to clean up his messes so that you can keep one of the best allies you have. One of the only allies you have, and you know it."

"Yeah. And all that also explains why sending him after you worked so well, or why you let him call you 'Ali' without knocking him out so fast that I couldn't catch him before he hit the ground."

"That doesn't mean anything, Dean. It just means that I get along better with Sam. And, the only reason I get along with his is because you're just an overgrown child. And a bratty one, at that."

He laughed. "Whatever you say, Ali."

She glared at him as she finished Sam's bandages."Look, if you need me, I'll be in the adjoining room, but if you don't need me by morning I'm out of here. I've got another possible case out west."

Dean frowned. "A case already?"

"Of course, I keep track of more than one case at a time. I don't like down time very much."

"Come on, Alyssa. Why don't you take a day off and come with Sam and I? We could go do one of Sam's favorite things."

"What do you mean?" She raised an eyebrow. "What do you like to do?"

Dean smiled, "We just drive out to the middle of nowhere and sit on the hood of the Impala. Let the silence flow as we watch the stars."

"That sounds a bit sentimental for you, Dean."

"That's why it's Sam's favorite thing to do. Not mine." He smirked.

"I'd ask you what your favorite thing to do was, but I already have an idea of what it might be, and I feel like if you said it out loud I'd have to punch you again."

He smiled. "And your assumption would be correct."

She rolled her eyes. "And that's why I don't get along with you." She walked towards the door. Dean stopped her.

"You never gave me a real answer."

Ali sighed. "Fine, I'll go, but I'm taking my own car."

He shrugged. "Fine, but if you and Sam start spooning I'm ditching you both."

"Well it's a good thing that I don't want to spoon with, Sam." She said with a smirk as she walked out.

The door closed with a bang and Sam opened his eyes with a groan.

"Why are you two talking about spooning with me? Is there something you need to tell me, Dean? Have you been on those Supernatural fan sites again? Or have you been reading Becky's fanfiction, because you know we're brothers... Right?"

"Dude, no. I'm not the one that wants to spoon with you. Ali is."

Sam shook his head. "Ali? No..." He tried to sit up but groaned in pain. "What the hell happened to me?" He asked, changing the subject.

"Ali saved your ass, that's what."

"How?"

"I don't know... But she was sitting on the damn thing by the time I got out there. It didn't move... not even when she took the blade from me."

"That's weird."He said with a frown. "What is she?"

Dean shrugged. "I don't know, Sammy, but she's weird... So she's basically your type."

"She is not my type."

"Sammy boy, she's almost as tall as I am, ling blonde hair, fiery, and on top of that a supernatural weirdo? She is your type on legs."

Sam opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted by a knock on the adjoining door. Ali walked in moments after and looked between the two of them.

"Am I interrupting a personal thing here? Should I come back after the make out session?"

Sam rolled his eyes. "Ali, we're brothers... Brothers."

She smiled. "I know, I just like the look on Dean's face whenever he gets called gay."

Dean glared at her. "I'm taking back my invitation."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "Invitation?"

"Yeah." Ali nodded. "Dean invited me to go stargazing once you're healed up."

"Well, if Dean's uninvited you, then I'm inviting you again." Sam laughed and smirked at Dean who just rolled his eyes.

Sam glanced at Ali. Dean was right. She was his type. She was definitely attractive, and she was smart, strong, funny. He took a second glance and frowned.

He got up slowly and walked up to her. He took her right arm gently in his grasp so that he could see the wound on her arm.

"What is this?" He asked, his voice full of concern.

She pulled away from him. "I'm fine, Sam. I'll take care of it in a little while."

"No you won't. I know you well enough to know when you're lying. If you don't let me take care of it now, you're never going to take care of it."

"I'm not lying."

Dean smirked. "Well you're definitely not fooling anyone."

"I'll take care of it." She muttered, but it was too late. Sam was already prepping the kit.

She rolled her eyes and sat down on the edge of the bed in defeat. She let Sam clean her wound with only the occasional wince or clench of the jaw, Sam didn't move as quickly as she had. He was more careful, and infinitely more gentle, but still, the wound was clean in a matter of minutes. Sam pulled a paste out of the kit.

"This will numb the wound so that I can stitch it."

"I don't need stitches. Just bandage it so that I can get back to my room and go to sleep."

Sam sent her a pleading grin. "Please? If you let me give you just a few stitches it'll make me feel better. I'll be sure that it'll heal properly."

It was almost impossible for her to tell him no. Not when he used that voice. Or when he turned that little half smile against her. She felt a smile breaking across her liks so she looked down and nodded.

"Fine, Sam... Twenty stitches. Five for each claw mark. That should be more than enough."

"Of course." He said, smiling triumphantly.

She rolled her eyes and looked away as he waved the needle over a lighter. She balled her fists as she felt the needle work it's way into her skin. She could tell that Sam was trying to be gently, but she just wished she would hurry.

Dean watched the two of them and smirked. Before Sam could finish, he cleared his throat.

"Well, you two must be hungry after wrestling a hellhound. I know I'm hungry and I just watched."

He walked toward the door. "I'll be back in an hour or so with some food... So you two have some fun while I'm gone."

Ali raised an eyebrow."He's shoving a needle through my skin repeatedly. If that's your definition of 'fun' we're definitely going to be having tons of it."

Dean shrugged and left.

Sam shook his head. "Sorry about him. My brother isn't a complete jackass,but he is a total jerk."

He finished the stitches with a tight knot and cut the thread.

"At least you're aware." She said, turning her arm to examine the stitching. Neat, clean, and precise, it told her that he hadn't been as... Emotionally compromised as she had.

He smirked. "Kind of hard not to be, honestly."

She exhaled- not quite a sigh, but almost- and leaned back until she was lying on the bed, her legs dangling off the mattress at the knees.

"I know." She said.

"You hungry?" Sam asked, standing slowly.

"I supposed that's the word for it." She responded. Her stomach was rumbling, but at the same time sort of tight. Her heart was beating a little fast too, but she figured that was just from the adrenalyn. "But Dean said-" Before she could finish, something landed on her chest. She sat up quickly, almost knocking it to the floor before she realized it was one of the bags of food from earlier.

Sam chuckled at her reaction, earning a playful glare.

"Come watch a movie with me." He said, patting the couch seat next to him with one hand as he turned on the TV. "We both know Dean won't be back for awhile."

"What movie?" She asked, standing.

"Whatever we can find." He responded as she sat down next to him.

"Okay, but if there's nothing on, I'm going to bed."

"Suit yourself.: He said, beginning to flip through the channels as he dug into a burger of his own.

After a few minutes, they settled on 'Meet the Robinsons' a Disney animated movie they had both seen before. It had provided a nice break from their everyday lives that consisted of the kind of things that were easy to find on the big screen.

After the second or third Tom Selleck joke, Ali started to drift off. She didn't want to move, however, because she was comfortable and sometime earlier Sam had gotten a blanket and it was warm. But at the same time, she didn't want to deal with all the crap Dean would give them if they fell asleep together...

She made it through the end of the movie (barely) and stood up. Glancing at Sam, she realized him to be asleep, the blanket sliding off his chest with every breath. It was only then that she realized he wasn't wearing a shirt, and a sort of jolt hit her in the stomach. She bit her lip. She couldn't just let him get cold. He needed to sleep because he was healing, and if he woke up he wouldn't go back to sleep. That's just how he was- he would have to come check on her.

She stepped towards him hesitantly and quietly, trying not to wake him up. She shifted the blanket back up over his shoulders, letting her fingers trail over his bare skin. She shivered. She hadn't realized how cold the room was when she wasn't under the protective cover of the blanket. Once she had left it's warmth she had gone cold again, and her fingers felt like ice against his warm skin. His warmth almost tempted her into getting back under the blanket, but the thought of proving Dean right made her step away from Sam.

She looked down at him and resisted the urge to kiss him on the cheek before she turned and walked through the adjoining door, back to her room, and flopped down on her bed.

Ten minutes later, Dean walked into her room.

"Ring. Ring. Dinner bell, sweetheart."

She groaned, her eyes closed. "We're not going to start that 'sweetheart' crap again are we?"

"Well, considering you're not in there wrapped around my brother, I'd say yes."

"What? Why?"

"Because, if he had a chance, I was going to back off, but since he was alone, asleep, with his pants still on, I'd say he doesn't."

Great. Now she'd have Dean going after her. She was beginning to wish she had stayed with sam.

He smirked. "I knew it."

"Knew what?"

"I knew that you would get that look of regret on your face if I started hitting on you again. Especially when you thought you could prevent it."

She frowned. "Shut up.'

His smirk widened. "Only if you admit you have a thing for Sam."

"What are you, and elementary schooler?"

"You're not answering me."

She rolled over. "Go away."

"Still avoiding admitting it, even though we both know It's true."

"Dean. Go away. You're the one who wanted me to sleep in the first place, remember?"

"Just admit it and I'll let you sleep."

"No."

"No, you don't have a thing for Sam, or no, you're still in denial."

"Neither."

"So you do have a thing for Sam?"

"Go away!"

"No. Not until you answer me."

Before Dena could blink, Ali was standing in front of him. Had grabbed his face with both hands, and pressed her lips against him.

When they broke apart, he smirked.

"I know that trick, sweetheart, and It's not going to work."

She raised an eyebrow. "What trick?" She asked innocently.

"You're trying to pull a 'Star Wars' on me." He responded, grinning cockily.

"Never seen the movies." She shrugged and stepped away from him.

"Bullshit. Everyone's seen those movies. "

"Whatever." She shrugged. "I don't like Sam. Not like that anyway."

Dean laughed- an actual, full out laugh. It startled her.

"What are you laughing for?" She frowned. "You're going ot wake Sam."

This only set him off more, until she smacked the backside of his head so that he toned it back to snickering.

"Could you be more childish?" She asked.

'I'm not the one with a crush who refuses to admit it." He shot back.

She shook her head. "Whatever. Now, it's almost one am, and I want to sleep."

"We can't always get what we want, sweetheart." He said with a smirk as he emphasized the 'sweetheart' purely to annoy her.

"Fine, she said and walked into the boys' room. "I'll sleep in here then."

She closed the door, locking it and the other door as well, since she knew Dean had left his room key in here.

She glanced at Sam- still asleep on the couch- and smiled. There was a small grin playing across his lips in the dim light, and for once, the looked genuinely happy. She wondered what he was dreaming about and found herself inching closer to him.

"Stop that." She murmured aloud to herself, and she froze when it made Sam stir. He only readjusted himself however, and settled back into sleep.

She breathed a small sigh of relief, and turned to the bed she had been on earlier. She knew that if Dean really wanted to, he could get in, but he probably wouldn't.

That in mind, she drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

(AN: I was right, this chapter did not make it out on June 17, but since It's so long I'm not letting myself feel bad. So read, follow?favorite, and review so that I don't get bored of typing this out... I won't but you know, I still want to hear from you guys anyway.)